Disclaimer:In this economy I'm holding on to my handful of possessions with a vice grip. Tragically NCIS is not one of those possessions. It is the sole property of the creators, studio, writers, producers, directors, etc. Lucky them….

I consider myself lucky to be able to take them out to play for a while.

Warning: THIS will STORY CONTAIN NON-SEXUAL SPANKING; ABORT THE MISSION… DO NOT READ… TURN BACK NOW IF THIS ISN'T YOUR THING.

A/N: This story is complete AU and is the 3rd installment of This Means War. Have fun suspend belief and read it like the fiction it's meant to be… Read, Enjoy, Review….

A/N #2: This is a Prequel therefore the ages of the 3 Gibbs children have regressed from the two previous installments. Tony is 15, Kate is 12, Abby is 10.

Dedication: This goes out to all the wonderful folks who have reviewed the series and enjoyed what I've taken great pleasure in writing. It was inspired by a request from ASERENE for a taste of what things were like when the 'kids' were younger. I hope I do your request justice:-)!

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Gibb's Home Post Tony's Game-Bedtime

In stealth fashion and with all the grace of a wounded swan Tony took his backpack of supplies and moved toward Kate's bedroom door. He mentally tried to remember every squeak the floor made between their rooms standing silently listening to see if his mother had changed her position at all since her phone call to el jefe. Things were good and he proceeded. Sometimes he really hated that his sister was so private. Kate always kept her bedroom door closed it was her unspoken request that everyone stay out if she wasn't in there. Tony thought it was ridiculous since it wasn't locked and slipped right in.

Using his flashlight he crawled across the floor and through the bathroom to the object of his present contempt. Abby was sprawled out on her back with an arm and leg dangling over the edge of the bed. Oh, how wonderfully vulnerable she looked. Could she really be making it this easy her brother thought. Anthony David Gibbs was about to make his sister regret the crocodile tears and gloating she had done earlier in the evening.

He was going to give his little nemesis a daily reminder on the ills of tattling. He looked at her brunette pigtails splayed on either side of the pillow and had to swallow his giggles. Then she turned. Tony paused flat on his stomach next to the bed. When he was sure she had settled back into deep slumber he went to work pulling out his modeling glue and the bag of hair clips he swiped from the girl's bathroom. Standing the light up on the floor it gave him just enough illumination for the task at hand without disturbing her sleep or alerting his mother should she pass by on her way to bed.

Running the tube of glue through the strands of hair on her pillow Tony began to apply various bows, barrettes, and clips to the ends on both sides of Abby's head. He knew it would take hours of work and an abundance of solvent to get the mess undone and she deserved every moment of agony. She'd been whining and getting her way for months.

It all started when he and Kate snuck to watch Psycho (the original… a classic he knew) and when Abby caught them said if they didn't let her stay she would tell. So they let her and she kept the whole house up with her nightmares and floor walking. After a week of the drama she had told why she was having the nightmares. Tony and Kate had been punished and loss their television and video game privileges for a month. Kate had let it go after a few days and she and Abby were back to normal, but Tony had held on to his anger a little longer and even when it subsided he'd use his soundtrack of horror movie theme songs to torment her at will.

Satisfied with his handiwork on her hair Tony set to his next task. Taking out the mini cassette player he had recorded the music from Psycho on he pressed play and kept the volume just low enough for only his sister to hear as he slipped it under pillow. Abby always drank too much before bed and went to the bathroom several times at night. When she woke up that would be the sound she'd hear and not knowing where it was coming from jumping from her bed would be the first move made. Her highly decorative pigtails would present her biggest obstacle. All he had to do was lie in bed and wait for the screams.

There was a brief moment where he thought… maybe, just maybe… nah, she had earned this revenge and besides he was in trouble anyway. She wasn't going to get hurt she was just going to learn a valuable lesson about loyalty. It was supposed to be kids against parents not kids with parents ganging up on brothers.

Crawling out the same way he had entered Tony got back to his room with seconds to spare as the lights that went up the staircase went on and he heard his mother's footsteps ascending. He knew she'd pop her head in both her kid's rooms, but wouldn't turn on the lights or disturb their rest at all. She just needed the visual reassurance that everyone was where they were supposed to be.

His door creaked open and he deepened his breathing to simulate the sounds of sleep. As predicted it closed a moment later. Now all that was left was waiting. In a few hours all hell was going to break loose in the Gibbs' household.